Now.
You know, Mr. Dillon, a day like this will make you feel kind of perky.
Yeah, looks like gonna be a mighty fine day.
Yeah, sun's shining, there's nice breeze coming up, breakfast just waiting down the street.
I knew you'd get around to the food.
You can't blame a man for wanting to eat now, man.
Bread and butter.
Yeah, but you get a hold of a knife and fork and you turn into a tiger.
It's gone in that bad, just goes like my middle.
Hello, Carl.
Well, it's been a long time, Matt.
You know, that's funny, I just rode into town and the first man I run into is you.
Chester, this is Carl Killian.
Howdy there.
Howdy, Chester.
Badge?
Yeah, I'm the marshal here.
Well, who'd ever have believed it?
It's funny, isn't it?
I guess we both wound up selling our guns.
I wouldn't know what you mean, Matt.
I'm just a drifter here today, gone tomorrow.
Hey, but what happens between today and tomorrow, Carl?
Well, nobody ever knows that ahead of time.
Not when you hit town, that's not the way I hear it.
Oh, you know how easy stories get started, Matt.
A man don't have a regular trade.
People make up things.
Carl, I've heard too much about you in the past few years.
Are you a lawman for real, Matt, or you just broncoing this town for what you can get out
of it?
I'm a lawman.
It's funny.
A man never knows who he'll run into, drifting around the way I do.
You didn't drift in to dodge, Carl.
Somebody paid you to come in, am I right?
Well now, if I was the kind of man them stories say, you wouldn't figure me to answer that,
would you?
No, I guess not.
Not that I am that kind of course.
Like I said, just stories.
Now, get out of dodge, right now.
Is that an order, Marshal?
No, just good advice.
Well, then I reckon I'll stay a few days.
Take a look around, see what kind of town you got.
I'll see you again before I leave.
Good day.
You know, I think that's about as cold a pair of eyes I ever saw.
Who is that fella?
His name's Carl Killian, Doc.
I knew him years ago down in the panhandle.
You did?
Yeah, he had a big spread down there.
Fence cutters burned him out one night, killed his wife.
He went out after him, killed about four of them, the way I remember.
I guess he just never been able to stop, or doesn't want to.
Hard killer, huh?
Gets a thousand dollars a job, the way I hear it.
Well, I wonder who he's after here, though, Mr. Dillon.
I sure wish I knew.
Let's go get some breakfast, huh?
Oh, man, hold on a minute.
I want to talk to you.
Doc?
Listen, you've got to do something about this Killian fella.
All right, what's he done?
Well, he's done nothing yet.
That's the whole thing about it.
But he's got people in this town that have gone dog-gone nervous and jumpy every time
a door slams, they jumpin' sideways.
Well, there's not much I can do about that, Doc.
Well, you see, though, they know who he is and what he's here for.
They just don't know who the mark's on until he makes a move.
Well, unfortunately, there's not much I can do.
All he makes is move, Doc.
Come on in.
Hey, golly, Matt, I...
I just don't see why you have to wait till Killian makes his move.
Well, Doc, he's not been convicted of any crime here, and he's not wanted anywhere else.
Not wanted?
Good heavens, he's a known killer.
Well, he's never been convicted of it.
There's sure to be some way to stop him.
The only way I know of to stop him is if he goes after somebody in particular.
Well, there's about 50 people around this town that think he's gonna go after them.
Old man Ross sitting over there right now in the back end of the store
with a shotgun across his lap just cause that Killian walked up and took a look in the window.
I doubt if he's after old Ross.
Well, I don't think so either, but you don't know for sure, do you?
No.
Oh, Mr. Dillon, there's a fella in here that I'm looking for.
His name's Tex Bartle. There's the marshal there.
What's that in your back?
Marshal, there's a man in Dodge that's fixin' to kill me.
Oh, is that so?
He calls himself Carl Killian. He's been hired to come here and do me in.
Well, now, there's a lot of men here in Dodge that seem to think Carl Killian is after him.
I don't care what they think. I know.
I seen him in Pueblo two weeks ago, and now he's turned up here.
Pueblo?
I got in a bit of trouble there just before I come down here.
I killed a man in a fight.
It was a fair fight, but, well, his father was a big rancher there,
and he swore he's gonna get me one way or another.
How does Killian figure in this?
Well, he was there. He's seen the fight.
I didn't know who he was then, but I remember his face all right.
Marshal, he's hired him. I know it.
I mean, Killian ain't here just by accident.
Well, if he was in Pueblo before he come here,
well, there must have been somebody in Pueblo that hired him.
Maybe.
Marshal, you gotta lock him up. It's the only way you're gonna stop him.
If you don't, he's gonna kill me.
Run away ain't gonna help. He's just gonna follow me.
I've heard all about that man.
Where are you staying?
At the Dodge house.
All right, I totally want you to do.
You go back there and stay in your room.
Don't go out in the street at all.
Marshal, you think he can't find me there if he comes looking?
I think if he's after you, he'll make his plan public.
That's the way he always works.
But if you stay out of his way and don't let him push you into anything,
you'll be all right.
For how long?
Until I can figure something out.
Well, I'll think about it, Marshal.
Don't think about it. Do it.
I'd have known better than to come to the law.
Well, Killian's after somebody, and if he's not the one,
there's just someone else you might not have thought of.
Who's that?
I don't know.
Miss, Miss Rusty?
How are you tonight?
Fine, thank you, Justice.
Well, are you looking for anyone?
No.
Well, I'm kind of glad that I caught you out here.
You are?
Yeah.
Well, you're all dressed up tonight.
Oh, well, I'm not dressed up.
I'm just a little bit worried about you.
You're all dressed up tonight.
Oh, well, yeah, I guess.
What's the occasion?
Well, truth of the matter is, I thought maybe if you'd get off early
while we could rent a buggy from Austin,
take a buggy ride down to Willow Springs.
Now, at night?
Oh, well, nighttime's the best time to take a buggy ride.
Well, they near as hot.
I know.
Well, what do you think about the buggy ride, a man?
I'm sorry, Chester.
I'm afraid I can't make it tonight.
Well, it was just that, you know, last week you...
I know I did, but something came up.
Well, oh, you mean working?
Well, I mean after you get off from work.
No, that's not it.
Well, look, we'll take a buggy ride some other night, huh?
Sure.
You're not mad at me, are you?
Oh, no, no, it happens.
Well, would you like to come in and have a drink?
We could talk for a while.
Well, no, no, I don't think so.
I think maybe I'll just dog it around town.
Maybe go over to the Lady Gay.
I'll see you later.
Good night, Chester.
Good night.
Hey, Gilly.
Oh, Matt.
How's business?
What business?
Sit you down, Marshall.
Hey, Clint.
Yeah, it does look a little bit fun around here.
Matt, if you don't do something about running this man Killian out of town,
I might as well close up.
He's making this place his home.
Well, I can't say I blame him for that.
Every time he comes in here, the rest of the boys start sweating under their collars
and edging toward the door.
If he'd only do something so I could throw him out of here.
He's always a perfect gentleman.
You ought to tell him about it.
Maybe he'll reform.
Well, here goes another night's business shot right in the head.
Evening, Miss Kitty.
Killian.
Matt.
How are you?
What's a mighty pretty dress you're wearing, man.
Thank you.
Law business coming along all right, Matthew?
The town's been pretty quiet the past few days.
Yeah, I've been noticing that.
Don't seem to be hardly any people around at all.
Not around you, anyway.
Oh, now people got no call to feel that way.
I don't mean no harm to them.
Carl, were you in Pueblo just before you came here?
Might have been. Why?
Is that where you took on this job?
I reckon you believe all them stories, Matt, just like everybody else.
Miss Kitty.
Morning, Mr. Roasty.
Evening, Marsha.
Hello, Roasty.
Mr. Killian.
Evening, Miss Faddle.
Excuse me for butting in, Miss Kitty, but Mabel and Susan wondered if they could have the rest of the night off.
Seeing that there's not much business anyway.
They want to wash their hair.
Sure, tell them to go ahead.
I suppose you know you're ruining my business.
Well, then, maybe I'd better make up for some of it right now.
If Miss Faddle will do me the honor of having a drink with me.
I'd be very happy to, Mr. Killian.
Good. I'm sure you'll excuse us.
Come on, let's go.
Doesn't seem to bother Roasty.
Just need that Gibby's having her man around here.
Doesn't seem to bother Roasty much, does it?
Oh, she's crazy about him.
All the girls are.
Yeah?
You know, all the time he's been spending here, maybe I'm the one he's after.
Matt?
That boy was aiming to do me harm, Matt.
He did.
I didn't have much choice the way he'd come at me.
What's the job you came here to do, Carol?
No, Matt.
I've never seen that boy before in my life, to my knowledge.
Never even heard of him. Don't even know his name.
If I was really after somebody, I still am.
What is it, Mr. Killian?
I don't often see a town, any town, when it's quiet like this and peaceful.
I shouldn't have thought you liked quiet, peaceful things.
A long time since I've known any.
I bet true. Are there stories about you?
Most of them.
Most of them. All people had on a lot, but most of them's true.
I'd hope they were.
Well, things happen sometimes. A man gets pushed further and further.
Or he don't mean to go.
Who pushes him, Mr. Killian?
Why, nobody, I guess, when you come right down to it. Except himself.
But then the man could stop any time he wanted to, couldn't he?
It just ain't that easy, Miss Fennell.
Why not?
The man makes a bargain, he gives his word, he's got to keep it.
Not when it's a vicious, cold-blooded bargain to kill a man.
Let's forget about it.
That's what I'm asking you to do, forget about it.
Why do you care so much, Miss Fennell? What difference does it make to you?
I just don't want to see anyone die. I don't want to think of you as a killer anymore.
I don't know why exactly.
But if you go through with this, don't ever come near me again. I mean that.
You don't understand.
I don't want to understand.
Why, have I?
I reckon I'd better take you on home, Miss Fennell.
Oh, hi, Mr. Dillon.
Hello, Chester. What are you doing back here? I didn't figure to see you until the morning.
Oh, I just give up. I'm about ready to go to bed, I think.
I ain't had no fun at all around this goddang town with that Killian hanging around.
Yeah, I guess he does kind of slow things up, doesn't he?
Well, it's just terrible. I mean, there ain't hardly anybody out at all.
Namely, it's the busy looking over their shoulder, jumping sideways at their shanties.
Well, no matter how hard you try, you just can't put your mind to days.
Well, it sure is a shame to waste all that hair grease and that boiled shirt you got there.
I kind of figured you would be king of the long branch tonight.
You know, Mr. Dillon, now there's another thing. You know that little girl over there that I was kind of sweet on?
Rusty?
Yeah. Well, she just can't see me for dust. She keeps hanging around him all the time.
Well, I wouldn't get too worked up over a dancehall girl, anyway, Tester.
Well, she ain't just no ordinary dancehall girl, Mr. Dillon. She comes from a real nice family.
That so?
Yeah. Well, I mean, her ma and pa, they're dead, but she's got an uncle that's a real important man, worth a lot of money.
And his health ain't been too good the last couple years either.
And here I thought it was true love.
Well, now, Mr. Dillon, you know that I don't care too much about money, but it sure don't hurt none to know that she's the only heir along with his cousin of hers in Pueblo.
Where?
In Pueblo. That's where this uncle and cousin of hers live. What difference does it make where they live?
Can I go have a little talk with the rest of you?
Well, she's not there, Mr. Dillon. I mean, she went home with Killian.
The last door on the left, the clerk's saying.
Who is it?
It's Marshall Dillon. I want to talk to you for a minute, Rusty.
It's awful late, Marshall.
Well, this is important, Rusty.
All right. What is it?
Can I come in?
I guess it's all right.
Thank you.
Don't look at the room. It's a mess.
It's all right.
Now, what is it, Marshall? What did you want talking to me about?
I understand you've been seeing a lot of Carol Killian lately.
Well, I suppose I have. I like him. I think people are wrong about him.
How'd you meet him, Rusty?
What do you mean?
Well, I mean, did he come up and introduce himself to you?
Well, he came into the Long Branch a few times. He talked to all of the girls, of course.
Well, they seemed to like me best.
Marshall, can't we talk about something else?
Rusty, it's Carol Killian I came here to talk about.
Well, I'm sorry. I don't wish to discuss it.
Why not?
It doesn't matter why not. And if you insist on talking about him, I'll have to ask you to come back tomorrow.
Well, of course I can't force you to talk about him, Rusty.
What's the matter? That's a like fresh air.
I usually open them. I just haven't gotten around to it.
I think. Nice view of the streets you got here.
That's one of the reasons I took the advice.
Quite a town, Dodge. Always something going on there, day and night.
Rusty, I'm not going to bother you any longer. I just wanted to show you I could talk about something besides Killian.
Sorry I bothered you.
Is it all right, Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, I'm all right, Justin.
Can you hear me, Carol?
It was a fast draw, Matt. Just as well.
Cousin in Pueblo, he just... give me the name. Rusty Fennell.
I didn't know it was a woman. Not until after I agreed to take the job.
I had to go through with it.
A matter of honor, I guess.
Honor?
A woman.
I liked her too much.
Why?
I thought maybe we...
He was only waiting for a chance to kill me.
Well, there's one thing, Rusty.
He was here for four days. He had plenty of chances and he never tried.
Come on, I'll take you out of here.
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